This was on Saturday. Jim was in Tarrangower an hour before noon on
Sundays The first digger they met directed them to Mary Kyley's tent.
Mary was busy preparing dinner, but dropped everything, and rushed at the
visitors, half' smothering Jim in a motherly hug.
'Murder! you're looking peeky and thin, Jimmy!' she cried.
'Never mind me, Mrs. Ben; I'm all right. Where's Joy?'
'She's gone for a bit of a walk in the sun.'
'Could I find her?'
'Deuce take your impatience! This isn't flattering to me!'
'Harry will comfort you. I want Aurora, and I want her badly. If she doesn't want me, you'd better have left me to die when I had the good chance down there at Eureka, Mary Kyley.'
'That's good to hear. On my soul, I like the ring of it! Keep round the bend of the hill to the left. You'll see her among the saplings.'
He found her within a few minutes. Seeing her in the distance, he ran like a schoolboy, and arrived at her side breathless. She was sitting on a log; her hat was at her feet. She was radiant with health and colour again. It seemed to him that she had a peculiar affinity with the sunshine. He sank on his knees, seizing her hands, speaking nothing, seeking a verdict in her face. She slipped her hands from his and clasped them about his neck, and her face sank down to his.
'Oh, ma bouthal, you have come back to me,' she murmured.